Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 998 The Madness of Disobedience

Under the cover of smoke and dust, Arif, leading his elite guard, moved like a few venomous snakes, silently swooping down on the reverse slope of the dune where Dorn's command vehicle was located.

There were only a few SBS officers on guard near the command vehicle.

Dorn himself paced anxiously beside the command vehicle, occasionally raising his binoculars to look at the rocky highlands ahead where fierce fighting was taking place, cursing nervously under his breath.

"Captain! Yarif is here!"

An alert SBS member spoke up to remind them.

Dorn abruptly lowered his binoculars, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the approaching Pikachu.

Arif was the first to jump out of the car, trying his best to maintain his usual calm, but the undisguised tension and determination in the depths of his eyes pierced Dorn's nerves like a needle.

Dorn's heart sank.

A gambler's intuition told him that this wasn't a report on the battle situation.

"Yarif?"

Dorn's voice was wary, and his hand had already instinctively gone to the holster of his L9A1 pistol at his waist.

Ariel strode up to Dorn and stopped a few steps away.

He didn't salute, his voice deliberately steady yet carrying an unquestionable, formulaic tone: "Captain Dorn. Based on the direct orders of General Saif of the Tripoli Military Council and clear instructions from London, Operation Throat Cut has been officially terminated. In view of your disobedience and willful actions that caused significant losses to the troops, you are hereby formally relieved of your battlefield command. Please surrender your weapons and cooperate with the investigation."

The air froze instantly.

Dorn's facial muscles twitched violently; he seemed to have anticipated this moment.

His face then contorted into a mixture of extreme violence and disbelief.

He stared intently at Yarif, then glanced at the guards behind Yarif, whose hands were on their weapons and whose eyes held hostility.

"Release...my command?"

Dorn's voice was as deep as a beast's roar, each word seeming to be squeezed out of hell, "You? Yarif? That idiot Saif? And those bureaucrats in London sitting in their offices drinking coffee?"

Yarif's hand also rested on the hilt of his gun, his tone hardening: "This is an order! Captain! Don't force me..."

"Order?!"

Dorn suddenly erupted, the frustration, anger, fear, and madness that had been suppressed all day bursting forth at this moment, transforming into a murderous intent to destroy everything.

He moved with incredible speed, like an enraged lion!

Draw your gun, load it, raise your arm, and aim!
All in one go!
The cold muzzle of the L9A1 pistol instantly locked onto Yarif's forehead!

"Fuck your orders!"

Dorne's roar was like thunder!

"boom--!"

The crisp gunshots sounded particularly jarring in the relatively quiet command post area.

Yarif's expression froze instantly, transforming from a stern commander into one of utter astonishment and bewilderment.

A small bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and a fist-sized hole suddenly exploded on the back of his head, spraying out a mixture of red and white liquid and bone fragments, splattering the faces of the guards behind him.

He swayed, then fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the scorching yellow sand, his eyes still wide open, staring blankly at the blinding sun in the desert sky.

"Sir!"

Yarif's guards were stunned by the sudden bloodshed and instinctively cried out in alarm.

"Do it!"

Almost at the same instant the gunshot rang out, the SBS member standing next to Dorn, who had been on high alert, shouted sharply!

The team members were all top-notch, one in a million, and their reactions were lightning fast. The SA-80 assault rifles in their hands instantly spat fire!

Da da da da da——

The bullets struck the nearest guards with pinpoint accuracy!
The gunshots were like igniting a powder keg!

"Protect the captain!"

The other SBS members reacted instantly! They were true elites, with their tacit understanding and loyalty to their direct commander ingrained in their very bones.

Several assault rifles opened fire simultaneously!
Precise, deadly, and merciless!
Puff puff!
"what--!"

Caught off guard, four or five of Yarif's guards fell like wheat being cut down.

Some had their chests pierced, others had their necks torn apart, and screams of agony rang out.

The remaining guards then snapped out of their daze and frantically tried to find cover and return fire!
"Kill them!"

Dorn looked like a demon returned from hell, his face splattered with Ariff's hot blood and brains, a gruesome sight. He roared as he fired at the guards.

The L9A1 pistol bounced repeatedly in his hand, with spent cartridges flying everywhere.

A brief but extremely bloody close-quarters shootout erupted in an instant!

Bullets flew wildly between vehicles, hitting car doors and hoods with a series of loud bangs.

The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air instantly!
With their exceptional reaction speed and accurate marksmanship, SBS team members gained a decisive advantage in the initial raid.

But the guards were larger, and after their initial shock subsided, they began a fierce counterattack.

An SBS team member attempting to maneuver was struck by several crossfire bullets, groaned, and fell to the ground.

"Jimmy!"

The SBS member next to him, his eyes bloodshot, roared and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the guard who had fired, making him tremble like a rag doll.

The gunshot lasted for less than ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

When the last guard soldier who tried to jump onto the pickup truck to escape was accurately shot and killed by SBS members, tumbling off the truck bed, the entire command post area fell into a deathly silence.

Only the low rumble of vehicle engines and the distant, still-intense gunfire of the battlefield remained as background noise. A dozen or so corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Yarif and almost all of his bodyguards were killed, none of them survived.

The cost was that one SBS member was killed and another member was shot in the arm and bled profusely.

Dorn's combat uniform had several new bullet holes and scratches, but he himself was miraculously unharmed.

Dorn gasped for breath, his chest heaving. He glanced at Arief lying in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with no pity, only a chilling killing intent and a twisted pleasure.

He strode to the command vehicle, ripped the headset off the communications soldier's head, and spoke into the vehicle's radio's public channel. His voice was hoarse yet icy, carrying an unquestionable authority and the lingering force of bloodshed:

"All units! I am Captain Dorn Rodriguez! Yarif attempted to rebel and seize power, and I have executed him on the spot! I now assume direct command of all units! I order! Cease all chaos! Concentrate all firepower! All forces! Target—the enemy's second line of defense! Launch a general offensive! At all costs! Crush them!"

The order was transmitted via radio waves to every corner of the GNA armed offensive forces.

However, he was met with a chilling silence. Apart from the crackling of electricity from the radio and the distant sounds of gunfire, there was no response from any soldiers on the public channel.

On the battlefield, the GNA soldiers, who were about to launch another charge under the command of officers and sergeants, heard the clear and terrifying gunshot from the command post, followed by a brief but intense exchange of fire.

Then came Dorne's blood-stained command.

Commander Yarif…

He was killed by Captain Dorn himself?

Did SBS kill all of Arif's guards?
Do you want us to keep charging forward and die?

Fear spread like a plague through the hearts of the GNA soldiers who had witnessed the heavy casualties and were completely stunned by the bloody infighting.

The morale of the army collapsed completely the moment Yarif fell, like a punctured balloon.

Some soldiers stopped in their tracks, looking blankly toward the command vehicle, then at the "razorback" rock formation ahead, which resembled a monster's gaping maw devouring lives.

Other soldiers quietly moved backward, their eyes darting around, searching for any way to escape the battlefield.

Some even threw away their heavy weapons and ran towards the empty desert behind them.

Once the first one was there, a second and a third quickly followed suit…

The domino effect is becoming apparent.

On the front lines, the officers' reprimands seemed so pale and powerless.

Soon, even some officers joined the fleeing army.

The overwhelming wave of attacks that Dorn had anticipated did not materialize.

Only sporadic, disorganized gunfire continued to ring out, while most soldiers chose to retreat in silence or simply lie down on the spot, passively avoiding combat.

Song Heping had just tossed aside the empty PKM ammunition box, the scorching barrel emitting blue smoke.

He peeked out from behind the rock shelter, his bloodshot and dusty eyes fixed intently on the ground below.

strangeness……

The anticipated all-out, hysterical attack by the enemy did not materialize.

The bullets that had been raining down just moments before were now falling in sparse bursts. The number of GNA soldiers at the entrance to the sand valley below had noticeably decreased.

Most of the firing positions that had been desperately firing from the vehicle wreckage and sand dunes have fallen silent.

Only that damned "Jackal" armored vehicle was still futilely firing its machine gun at the rocks, but without the support of infantry, its threat was greatly reduced.

Further away, he even saw some GNA soldiers running backwards in a chaotic manner, like headless flies.

"Boss! Something's wrong!"

The voice of "Wrench" came through the individual communicator, carrying a deep sense of confusion and a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"Down there...it seems like things are in chaos! The attack has completely stopped! I saw people running away!"

Several Haftar soldiers around Song Heping also noticed something amiss.

They cautiously raised their heads from behind their bunkers, their faces a mixture of blood, sweat, and disbelief.

"God above...they...they've stopped fighting?"

"They ran away? Those sons of bitches ran away?"

"what happened?"

A sense of bewilderment and immense doubt, a feeling of surviving a catastrophe, instantly replaced the suffocating pressure of death that had just been pressing down on the remaining soldiers of the second line of defense, permeating their lives.

Gunfire became sporadic, with only the whistling of the wind through the cracks in the rocks and the monotonous machine gun fire from the armored vehicles in the distance.

Song Heping frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield below.

His mind raced, combining previous intelligence with the bizarre scene before him, and an unbelievable hypothesis gradually took shape.

Infighting?

Seize power?

still…

collapse?

He slowly raised his hand, speaking into the communicator, his deep yet clear voice carrying throughout the second line of defense: "Attention all personnel! Maintain vigilance! Conserve ammunition! Observe enemy movements! Do not fire without my order!"

He lowered his body again, the cold rock pressed against his cheek.

Below, GNA's forces, like a heap of loose sand, were silently crumbling under the scorching sun and the fear of death.

The wind-eroded rock area of ​​Razorback still stands silently, but the pungent smell of blood seems to have been dispersed by the wind.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)